Passed Dues
I lay on the cedar table, cold wood presses against my erudite pages. Scuffed and worn from children's finger, some oil and some delicate diving into another chapter. Diving head-first into a world non-existent. I don't see, but I feel their smiles and eyes. They are dilated as excitement climaxes. I love those children. They understand the subtle message hidden between woven words and can feel the message conveyed. They pass it on in their actions, like ripples in a small pond can reach the vast sea.
But I am still here. Do my friends miss me? Do others still want to sink into the magic I bring?
Sighing, I felt his rough hands on me, turn me around and read me for another time. A myriad of thoughts bombarded me, but one stood out.
I
want
to
share
this
message...
YOU ARE READING
Ink
De TodoA collection of quotes, prose, poems and other things I feel like writing.
